Tag Archive | prayer for healing

Please, Heal Me

Please heal me,
From my head to my toes,
Cleanse away all my ills,
Please, Abba Father, heal me!
Erase every germ,
Eradicate all disease,
Please, Great Physician, heal me!
Strengthen my bones,
To my muscles give tone,
Please, Holy Father, heal me!
Uproot every evil,
Cultivate health within,
Please, Gentle Healer, heal me!
               dfav 10/25/16


Keaton’s Prayer from Cottage-by-the-Sea #29 10/22/15


Jehovah-Rapha, the Lord who heals,
We come to You asking still,
To heal Keaton, bless us with Your will.
Heal please, this young man—
—His mother’s joy,
—His father’s pride,
—The love of the one standing at his side,
—A friend so true,
—With a heart that’s strong,
—A heart he dedicated to You.
Will You heal his brain and his mind?
Will You heal his body, let him be fine?
Knowing what Keaton means to us,
We know You love him too, very much,
Please restore him to those who pray and wait,
We’ll pray and wait as long as it takes.
Show us what to do and how,
Guide us with Your way right now,
                          dfav 10/21/15

Keaton is a young man of 16, dating my niece. He was involved in a one vehicle accident 9/25/15. He has a Traumatic Brain Injury. We have seen positive improvement including his waking up and knowing people. A long recovery is expected. Prayers for his recovery are coveted and appreciated.

A Prayer for Keaton


O great Master Physician,
This prayer is in a young man’s behalf,
An injured one who You’ve brought this far.
You know our hearts, our hopes and griefs,
Every remembered smile, tear and laugh.
Why, Dear God, does it take tragedy like this,
To remind us of the most important things?
To put down our cell phones for conversation,
Because what we share we’d sorely miss.
Lord, Keaton is hurt and we’ve prayed to You,
Asking for healing, that You’d see him through.
You’ve done so much already I know,
Still there’s more we need You to do,
Before this journey is complete,
You’ll grant him and us another miracle,
Wake him now from his deep, deep slumber,
We claim healing, rebuke all that could mean defeat.
Restore him one hundred percent,
We rebuke any negative from coming near,
He is Your son above any of our relationships,
A reason to You this prayer is sent.
Please heal Keaton Father, by Your grace,
Restore him to us this is our plea,
Let us pray for what is Your will,
I confess Lord, I want him to wake to see familiar faces.
And finally Lord, I ask this miracle healing,
Let it be as if it never had been,
Please wake him soon if it be Your will,
Meanwhile Abba, we will keep on praying.
                     dfav 9/30/15


Cody’s Prayer for Keaton
Mom and Gram’s say Keaton wreck,
They tell me he is hurt bad.
So God, I pray for him.
          Cody,  age 4

Keaton was injured in a single vehicle accident on September 25. 2015.  He’s improved greatly.  God has blessed us.  Please join us for Keaton’s complete healing.

Persistant Prayer


Prayer isn’t mere words,
Spoken in whispers,
Or chanted in rhythm,
Shouted through time.

Prayer isn’t a list,
A to-do-task check-off,
Give me these things,
A hollow bells ring.

Prayer is for praise,
For I Am is God,
He’s loved us forever,
Will depart His never.

Prayer is for thanksgiving,
For the blessings one has,
The love of family,
The salvation of enemies.

Prayer is an outpouring,
Of one’s heart and soul,
When our words fail,
Christ intervenes to prevail.

Prayer is awareness,
That God communicates,
He provides our needs,
Dividing crops from weeds.

Often in mind’s eye,
Words float up to Him,
Sometimes they crawl,
Or brick-like simply fall.

Lately though my prayers,
Have been wrenched out,
Humble but persistant,
To be heard, I’m insistent.

Everyday, everychance, everywhere,
That I possibly can I pray,
Committed to persistence,
For grace in this incident.

Heal me Father, I plea,
Grant me a miracle,
Wash open the closed,
Free what is jailed.

No demands from me,
No threats or tantrums,
Only honesty each moment,
This disease has cruel components,

The words of this prayer,
I envision as an army,
Going to You empty,
Returning equipped simply.

Heal me Dear Father,
From this Valley’s shadow,
David called it death
Lord, its sleeved in stealth.

Expose it for me,
Throw light on it’s ways,
May the victory be Your’s,
Your will at the core.

Prayer, Abba Father,
Is a two-way event,
Both listening, thinking
Curious and speaking.

Praise Jehovah! You are God!
Glorify You the I Am!
The One with no hesitation.
Grant me this redemption.

                d.f.a.v.  5/15/15

My Prayer – Jehovah Rapha

Jehovah Rapha, the God who Heals, I prostrate myself before You.  Please hear this prayer I plea.

When the doctors told me that the repeated, ever increasing in severity, infections would end my life quickly, I sought You.  I stood on faith and I agreed to let them amputate my leg.  It was no guarantee but it was the best option.  I am still here.  I never knew such dark days existed but Your strength sustained me.  By Your grace I returned to work.

Then another blood clot and my employer didn’t think I could do my job anymore.  So I sought You and You paved the way to disability.  The days were dark and bitter to taste but I was still here.  You lifted me out of that despair and revived in me old dreams that I had given up for sensible ones.  Your hand sustained me.

Now Lord, it has been six months of weeping amputation and leg.  Six months of busting nodules.  Six months of blood and water.  Six months of being swollen and sore and constant pain.  Six months and exhaustion claims me.  Six months of torment. Six months of decline. Oh these days are dark.  Oh so, so dark. And bitter. Oh, so, so bitter. And cold. Oh, so, so cold.

There is no job to fight for…
There is no purpose for me anymore…
I burden my family and our church…
I have no face-to-face friends…
And Lord I am weary…so weary…

But I have one hope.  I have You.

Lord, I don’t want pity or charity.  I want to be the mom my child needs.  The wife my husband deserves.  I want to cook, plant and harvest.  I want to write.

I ask Jehovah Rapha for healing.  For lymph nodes to open and allow fluid to escape.  My blood to be strengthen.  My body to heal.  Let me touch the hem of Your garment for I BELIEVE, I HAVE FAITH.

The hardest part of this prayer is to also sincerely pray for YOUR WILL not mine.  Whatever Your reply, You will not forsake me.

Less of me, more of You.